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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Loss On My Fingertips

Night’s loneliness engulfs my harried heart
My mind full of her laughter her face her joy
I had failed to keep the one who only wished
To give her love to me

My footsteps of self consumed arrogance
Had crushed her free spirit into
A pained visage of hope extinguished

One day she could not take any more
Of my trampling upon her soul
With tears she took her heart and left me alone

Although absent I can still feel her presence
For a moment I thought she was actually here
I reached out to touch her but felt only loss on my fingertips


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